Han Yiming looked at him like this, knowing that he was afraid that the Pingbomen people would involve him, and he was picking himself out. But he couldn't be moved, he only felt that he was a little pretentious, and said: "I don't need you to do anything for me, I won't forget the past." The people of Pingbomen all said in a weird manner: "Look, these people who are sent to the door are not good goods." "No one wants it yet. "The person who betrayed the teacher, what face will he have to see the past master again?" Xu Ziwei's face became more and more embarrassed, and the muscles on his cheeks twisted, thinking that it was caused by clenching his teeth hard. These words are extremely ugly, Han Yiming saw that he was sad, and he was a little unbearable, these words were really ugly, if it was himself, he was afraid that he would have heard it with anger and started with them. There is also humanity: "If I were you, I would have been killed long ago, what are you still doing in this world, it's really embarrassing." Although Han Yiming didn't regard Xu Ziwei as Lingshan's senior brother anymore, he was still a little worried that he would be angered by these words.

However, although Xu Ziwei gritted his teeth and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly, he only glared at them angrily, and did not look like he wanted to commit suicide at all, it turned out that he was extremely angry, and no one would die! Xu Ziwei did not say a word, and only said after a while: "You don't have to provoke me! If I can't see your trick, I will live in vain for more than a hundred years." It's not that I can't die, but I can't be provoked to death by you! If I am really provoked to death by you, won't I fall for your tricks? I can only keep my junior brother safe if I live, and I know this better than anyone else. If you want to throw any dirty water at me, just splash it. I'm not afraid, and I don't care!"

Saying that, the sword in his hand was horizontal, stopped in front of Han Yiming, and said, "Come on, come up, let me also see your ability to rely on more to win." Isn't that what you're capable of? At first he spoke, and there was some anger, but then he was calmer, and the anger on his face dissipated, and his face was no longer distorted, but there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes. Han Yiming was a little surprised, this senior brother was too tolerant. Qian Ruohua said: "It stands to reason that you are no longer a disciple of Lingshan, what do you care about this idle business? Han Yiming glanced at Xu Ziwei, and Xu Ziwei said: "The road is uneven, everyone steps on it, I just can't see you people being arrogant and unreasonable, I want to help him, you don't want to drive me away." I'm determined not to go away. If you want to attack him, just come up, and if you can pass my level, then go and reason with him. ”

His words were also simple, Han Yiming was a little surprised, glanced at him, but did not speak. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my heart say, "They are moving on me, so you go quickly." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Xu Ziwei, this is his Lingshan Senior Brother's ability to not let others hear and speak. Xu Ziwei didn't look at him, just stopped in front of him, where was Han Yiming who was shrinking behind others, looked at him, and didn't take his words to heart.

Qian Ruohua said: "Okay, if you don't listen to good words, don't blame me for being ruthless." Senior Brother Han, you want to be with this person, that's your business, but I'm going to take you to see my master. Let's go!" After he finished the last word, the people of Pingbomen had already summoned the peachwood swords on their backs and faced the two of them, and for a moment, the spiritual light on the peachwood sword flashed, and bursts of spiritual energy jumped, blocking the two of them aside.

Han Yiming saw that Xu Ziwei was blocking in front of him, knowing that the Pingbomen people couldn't pounce for a while, he stretched out his hand to loosen the placket on his chest, stuffed Ling Fengyun into his arms, wrapped him around the placket, and then tied his belt tightly to prevent him from being injured by the Pingbomen people when he made his move. Looking at the situation, Xu Ziwei would not leave him alone, and he couldn't leave Xu Ziwei alone. Even if he is a passerby, he can't watch him die for helping himself. Han Yiming's fingers moved, summoned the Mingyuan sword, and slashed forward.

He already knew that the first move would give him the first opportunity. There are many people in Pingbomen, and if you start slowly, you will suffer, and it is always beneficial to start first. As soon as he made a move, Xu Ziwei made a move, Xu Ziwei made a move, Han Yiming only felt that his eyes were bright, slightly red, as if his eyes were covered with a layer of red mist, a little surprised, and he heard Xu Ziwei's voice in his heart: "Senior brother, you take a little child, don't fight with them, it's been a long time, you always suffer, leave first, don't worry about me." Han Yiming wanted to say: "It doesn't have to be like this, I'm not used to shrinking behind people." But when the words came to his mouth, he felt harsh again, and he couldn't help but say nothing. It's just that the Mingyuan sword in his hand slashes horizontally and vertically, and he doesn't let it go at all. All of a sudden, the cold light of the Dao Dao revealed from the sword of Mingyuan, like a thin needle, scattered in all directions, and the aura was everywhere, and the people of Pingbomen dodged away, not daring not to avoid its sharpness, and some waved the mahogany sword to block, and it also blocked the spiritual light.

The spiritual power on the peachwood sword in their hands is completely different from the spiritual power of the Mingyuan sword, and the spiritual power of the Mingyuan sword is unleashed, but the spiritual power on their peachwood sword is haunting the blade, dyeing the peachwood sword with some sharp aura. It's just that there are a large number of them, and the spiritual power on the peachwood sword is slowly impregnated, and Han Yiming has seen that the corners of Xu Ziwei's clothes have been cut off by the spiritual power of the peachwood sword, and a hole has been cut on the placket. It's just that their spiritual power has never been close to them, and they were a little surprised, when they suddenly heard someone say: "Damn, what kind of spell did this surnamed Xu use on him, why can't I hit that kid." Han Yiming suddenly understood that the red mist in front of him was Xu Ziwei who cast a spell on himself, in order to make them miss him.

Glancing at Xu Ziwei for a while, did he really want to follow him as he said? Suddenly, a wave of anger rushed up, his fingers clenched the hilt of Ming Yuan's sword, and the aura on the sword body was full of rage, like a shadow chasing the wind sword technique made it faster and faster, and after a while, the scene was surrounded by Ming Yuan's aura, dazzling and shining. Suppressed the aura of the peachwood sword. Han Yiming saw that the spiritual power of the Ming Yuan Sword was overwhelming the audience, and he was thinking about how to get out, when he suddenly felt that his palms were hot, and the spiritual light on the body of the Ming Yuan Sword was flourishing, and the bright golden light enveloped the whole audience, and the spiritual light escaped from the blade of the sword, and a bright light rushed straight into the sky, and two rays of light like wings were born on both sides, and then swooped downward!

Qian Ruohua was so clever, he knew that something was wrong, and shouted: "Hurry up, hurry up!" and quickly go away with the sword, he went fast, he didn't run slowly with the door, and walked clean in the blink of an eye, the golden light rushed to the ground, and the people in the field had gone without a trace, it seemed that the Pingbomen people's kung fu to escape was also a must.